Bona Verba

As we turn the calendar to a new year, I want to wish every member of the Cincinnati Classical Academy community a happy and hope-filled New Year. January is always a fitting moment for reflection and anticipation, looking back with gratitude on what has been accomplished, and looking forward with

As families gather on New Year’s Eve, many will mark the transition with Auld Lang Syne, that haunting melody that invites us to honor what has passed while embracing what lies ahead. Robert Burns, himself a collector and preserver of Scotland’s oral traditions, would have appreciated our work here at CLASSICAL.

There is something extraordinary about the quiet presence of a library. In our age of screens and instant digital information, the library stands as a sanctuary where thought finds refuge and reflection takes root. Here the mind discovers focus; here imagination and reason find room to breathe and grow. At

Last week, our Office of College and Career Readiness welcomed the first college representative ever to visit Cincinnati Classical Academy: Cadet Mary Arengo of the United States Military Academy at West Point. It was a fitting beginning. West Point is not simply another college. It stands as a living institution

Each year as Thanksgiving approaches, Americans participate in a tradition older than the Republic itself: the deliberate act of giving thanks. Long before the first presidential proclamation, men and women on this continent paused to acknowledge the gifts they had received—gifts unearned, gifts unexpected, gifts that pointed beyond themselves. As

At Cincinnati Classical Academy, we take seriously the ancient conviction that education concerns the whole of a human being: mind, body, and soul. The classical tradition has never understood learning as merely the acquisition of information or the sharpening of technical skills. It is, rather, the cultivation of virtue and

This week, residents of southwestern Ohio had the rare privilege of seeing the northern lights. For a few fleeting hours, ribbons of color danced across our night sky, an unexpected gift from the upper atmosphere. Such a spectacle can awaken something ancient in us: wonder. It is the same wonder

If you’ve spent time in our classrooms or walked the hallways recently, you may have heard it: students chanting, almost like a secret code, “Six-seven! Six-seven!” Teachers raise their eyebrows, students laugh, and parents scratch their heads. What does it mean? The surprising answer: nothing at all. “Six-seven” is just

Bona Verba from the Headmaster As another school year comes to a close, I urge you to step into the summer not merely with excitement, but with a sense of leisure—a word too often misunderstood in our age. True leisure is not idleness or entertainment; it is, as Josef Pieper

Bona Verba from the Headmaster Somewhere in the interlude between Olympiad Day and first-day rosters, when our faculty lounges are slowly being cleared of coffee mugs, red pens, and half-used lesson planners, there is a quieter rhythm to school life—what T.S. Eliot once called “the still point of the turning